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Man to Man (Lustful Intentions A Collection of Gay Erotic Poetry)

 Man to Man by Brian Warriner A simple wanting leads to the erotic obsession of having a man. The feeling of their massive hands touching and rubbing. With the intent of sweet amorous pleasure, the desire to fulfill. There is a slow, steady graze of the hands against a smooth body. He is young but old enough to know the man he desires wants him. The touch of his lips is soft compared to the roughness of his beard. But he moans softly as what feels good to him. He wants more this man; he pushes him onto his back and slowly feels his penis in his mouth. The hot sensation of repetitive strokes makes him feel right. In hearing, he can please a man by being the submissive one and letting him receive the sweet feeling of being desired.  When it's been placed in the consensual hands of men, he takes his first lovers. While he was older, he desired to make love to his lover. It felt different with his eyes opened; he welcomed this man's penis into him. The first time the moment he felt

Massaging My Lover (Lustful Intentions A Collection of Gay Erotic Poetry)

 Massaging My Lover by Brian Warriner In a silent room with ready hands, two naked lovers are desired together. My hands graced his body, exploring it to feel his zones. The erogenous zones that turn on a man. The feeling of my hands massaging his thighs as I stared at his dick, seeing it bounce and flood to stand erect. I surrounded his dick with my mouth; he wished for it. My mouth around his dick and my hand stroking it. When he lays back, and he lets me have his dick. His balls beg for attention, and my mouth tends to them. His moans break the room's silence; my hands massage his thighs as I suck his dick. He let me do naughty but pleasurable things to him. While he eased his stress, I didn't want him to cum, so I stopped turning him over. Seeing his sexy hairy ass, I had to play with him.  I sat on him with a hard dick between his ass cheeks rubbing. While I massage his back. I could feel my pre-cum oozing out. I could tell my hands were hitting his spots. He moans with ev

Straight Boy (Lustful Intentions A Collection of Gay Erotic Poetry)

 Straight Boy by Brian Warriner Every gay boy falls for the straight boy they can't have, how they wish to be the first one he would take. But under his straight demeanor is a curious man. Who wants to explore that part of himself. Even to affirm either way his desires go. When a gay boy sees his crush, his mind is filled with passionate thoughts. It's a surprise when alone with his straight boy that he is stunned to see him naked. Feeling my lips pressed against his sent a shockwave through his body. Being gay and your wishes that were only thoughts now come true. He held his gay boy against the wall while taking his clothes off. Slightly aggressive is a turn-on to feel his hands all over me. But feeling his straight dick standing hard, the gay boy pushed him away and dropped to his knees. He wanted to please his crush with his oral skills.  They had no words; they just knew what the other desired. His mouth did the work while the straight guy was in a euphoric pleasure. He wa

Fantasy (Lustful Intentions: A Collection of Gay Erotic Poetry)

 Fantasy by Brian Warriner To feel your touch and know the strength of your kiss. But your mind drifts away from you. I am having my hard dick grow harder as the thoughts come to me. I think about how your mouth feels, the texture of your tongue rubbing against my dick. The gagging sound as I open your throat. The look of surrender in your eyes. I make you my sweet fantasy. There is this sexy pose of you on your knees working me. My hands hold you in place to give you every inch. It knows you are begging for more than turns me on more. I see you wiggling your ass and enticing me. I flip you onto the bed and open your legs in a quick moment. I see your hole winking at me, beckoning my dick to take you. But my face becomes buried in between your cheeks. It's going to be my tongue and your hole for a bit. The sensation of my tongue and your hole doesn't compare to its taste. The taste adds to my hunger to have you more. With every lick and flick, I hear your moans. I have to have